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People suppose they are happy
And say, "We are happy!..."
Whereas they don't even know
What the real happiness is.
Sometimes I want to kill
One of them annoyin'me.
I hate four walls, too;
Like people, they annoy me.

Bridge:
Kill, kill; only word not being pessimistic.
Can you live with yourself in a pessimistic happiness?
Love or hatred; they are the same thing indeed.
Can you live with yourself in a pessimistic happiness?

Chorus:
I can't live any more.
Death ain't mean the end of everything.
I can't stand this feeling,
Pessimism inside.

I had to change the shape of my four-walled room:
Once a time I saw a red coffin lying ahead.
No way, the angel of death, don't make fun of me!
Darkness is the only friend of my loneliness.

Bridge
Chorus

To live, even to live forever
Will be so nice, but it's so far
I can't take this pessimism out of my inside.
To live, even to live forever
Will be so nice, but it's so far.
I can't throw it all away.
There's a forest inside, always burning.

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